This weekend was such a busy one that I missed a date. It might not seem like a lot, least not to you, but it means a great deal to me.
But rather than me tell you about it, please read the post from 26 July, 2011.
In case you didn’t read the post–and I think some of you will cheat and pass that link, even though I can see who is reading and who isn’t–that was an important post for me.
That was the post that said I’d finally had enough, and I was writing a story. That story eventually became Kuntilanak, my self-published story that is just waiting for you to rush over and buy it.
Those were crazy days. I started writing every day, getting my music set up for the morning before getting into the story. Then I’d write and anally keep track of my word counts, and my words per hour production. I’d blog about what I’d done. Then, in the afternoon, Trusty Editortm would show up, and we’d go over the manuscript, looking for errors.
After a month I had a twenty-five thousand word story, a small horror story set on the island of Bali, with two protagonist who are not your everyday ghost busters. I mean, the woman isn’t even seen taking a shower. What kind of horror story is that?
Something more important happened then, however. After I published the story in September, I decided to do something insane. Not only was I getting ready for NaNoWriMo, but I started writing an erotic story that was later sold as Captivate and Control. And I kept writing. I’ve edited, I’ve written, and edited, and written . . .
I’ve even submitted a couple of things. One rejected, one still in limbo, but they were/are out there.
I’m doing it. I’m writing.
It’s been an interesting year. All sorts of things have changed since that day last July. Trusty Editortm isn’t around as much as they used to be, because things are always changing, but I still see them from time to time.
I’m working, and it’s keeping me very busy–and a little crazy. There’s been a lot of ups and downs, but I’m still moving forward.
Mostly, I’m writing. I’ve written nearly every day since, be it new material, or editing. Take last night: worked on Diners at the Memory’s End, and knocked off nine hundred fifty words, finished Part Fourteen, drove the story up over forty-three thousand words . . . all nice and neat, the way I like things. Only four more parts to write, maybe ten thousand words, and this story is over.
It’s been a long story, and a long write. Longer than I expected it to go, probably because this has been The Summer of Change, and when you talk about something putting a spin on your head, this has been the summer.
I still have a month to go, too.
I’ve got my priorities set up. I’ve got things to do. Maybe a year from now, I’ll write about something else . . . like being a near-famous writer.
One can only work towards the dream.